The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 394 So you call her Madam Lin?

"Now, I'm giving you one minute to leave here."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment and began to whisper among themselves.

Someone shouted, "Who are you? Guard? Guard!"

Lynn ignored the reply.

He began to count down: "Fifty-eight, fifty-seven..."

In the crowd, two men exchanged a glance, as if they had made a decision. They drew their daggers and, under the cover of the crowd, quietly approached the Witcher.

Once they were close enough, they charged at Lynn, their daggers gleaming in the firelight.

Snapped!Snapped!
Before the others could even see Lynn's movements, the two men were sent flying backward at an even greater speed, crashing heavily to the ground.

Both of their faces were deeply sunken, as if they had been hit by a battering ram.

Looking at Lynn again, it was as if nothing had happened; she was still standing there leisurely counting down.

Now, some people finally couldn't sit still any longer.

The first to stand up were the villagers who had only been invited to Bald Tree Mountain this year. They looked with trepidation at the bloodstains on Lynn's body and the Lake Maiden's Sword, which was so exaggerated that no ordinary person could possibly lift it...

After making some mental calculations, he got up, walked around where Lynn was standing, and went down the mountain path.

When someone takes the lead, others will follow.

Another large group of people ran past Lynn.

But more than half of them remained by the campfire.

"It's almost time."

At Lynn's prompting, a few more people finally got up.

But the remaining people didn't move an inch until the countdown ended.

Instead, he bowed his head and prayed to the Lady of the Forest, who was gathering deep within the tree roots.

Lynn pulled the Lake Maiden's sword from the ground, walked up to the nearest villager, and without saying a word, slashed down with his sword.

The villager collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Upon seeing that he would actually go on a killing spree, several more people were so frightened that they fled towards the mountain path.

He doesn't care about those who are still afraid and know how to run away.

He only kills those who don't even try to escape.

In a short while, there was no one else alive in the open space except for him.

Blood stained the earth red, and the followers of the Lady of the Forest lay dead in disarray.

These poor believers prayed until their deaths for their Lady of the Forest to save them, but the Lady of the Forest never even showed her face until Lynn burned them all to ashes with the Igni sign.

Is it because they feel these believers aren't worth the effort? Or is there some other reason?
Lynn doesn't know yet, but he'll find out soon enough.

Because Lynn, through his ability to detect evil, had already discerned that deep within the roots of the oak tree inside the mountain, there were three crimson lights.

Who else could it be but those three old witches?

Since they don't want to come out, then we'll just go find them ourselves.

Not far from the open space where these believers gathered, there was a gate leading into the interior of the mountain. He kicked the gate open, and a mountain passage appeared before him.

There is no light source inside.

This was no challenge for him at all.

Lynn drank a bottle of superior cat potion, and the dim passageway instantly brightened in his vision.

Carrying the Lake Maiden's Sword, Lynn stepped inside.

After traveling some distance along the winding mountain path, they heard someone singing, but upon closer inspection, they discovered it was an obese and bloated monster.

This monster is called Fogas, and it belongs to the Remnants. It is the guardian of this mountain passage, and only those with permission can pass through.

Those who trespass will be killed and eaten by it.

The monster stopped its out-of-tune song and looked over. "So you're the one making all that noise, human? What do you want? To have a bard compose a ridiculous song about your clownish antics?"

"Is this all you wanted to say before you died?" "Arrogant!"

The monster laughed as if it had heard a funny joke.

The cave shook violently, and soil, rocks, and gravel tumbled down.

It rose from the ground and immediately transformed into a foul gust of wind, rushing towards us.

Its speed is undeniably fast, especially considering its size.

A ferocious grin spread across the monster's face, as if it could already see the witcher's head being crushed between its thick, fat fingers.

Just like those intruders who, though not qualified to go up the mountain to see the Lady of the Woods, still managed to enter.

however……

"Ok?"

The demon hunter in front of the monster suddenly disappeared, and then the monster's perspective suddenly began to spin.

"That's...my body? But how can it...have no head?"

Pfft!
The monster's head fell to the ground.

The headless body fell heavily to the ground.

Lynn burned the monster's corpse and continued onward.

The interior of the mountain is extremely vast, with a complex network of interconnected passages.

It was as if the entire mountain had been hollowed out.

Lynn spent almost an hour searching through these complex mountain paths before finally finding a way deep into the heart of the tree roots.

Lynn jumped off a waterfall inside the mountain and fell for about ten seconds before finally landing in the pool below.

He swam to the surface, looked around, and then swam toward the only source of light.

At the center of the tree roots is a huge cave.

Oak roots are densely distributed around the cave; in fact, they can be seen throughout the interior of the mountain.

The ground was covered with ankle-deep water, and in the center stood a large pot, cooking meat from some unknown animal, which emitted a fragrant aroma.

Three stunningly beautiful women, each with exceptional figure and looks, sat around a large pot, adding seasonings to it from time to time.

Upon noticing the arrival of the Witcher, one of the beautiful women was the first to greet Lynn.

"Ah, welcome, Witcher, welcome to our banquet."

Another beautiful woman said, "Although we did not invite you, the rules only apply to ordinary people, but we will make an exception for heroes."

"Your fame has long reached Velen. The slayer of the Mother Tree of Flesh, the banisher of the Shadow of Dagon, the strongest witcher in history, welcome."

The last beauty said, "After hearing that you had come to Velen, the three of us sisters were overjoyed. Today, we are finally able to meet you. If you agree, the three of us sisters are willing to follow you from now on and offer our loyalty to you."

Lynn stepped into the cave and onto the puddles.

"So, you're saying you're at my beck and call?"

The three sisters all bowed and said, "Of course."

"Then I order the three of you to commit suicide immediately. Begin."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The three beauties looked at each other in bewilderment.

Clearly, they had made many plans, but none of them expected Lynn's request to be like this.

Isn't this right?

Shouldn't the smaller head control the larger head?
Lynn was certainly not the first to venture deep into the roots of Bald Tree Mountain; countless warriors had set foot there before him.

Then there is no more then.

They all became food for the old witch.

(End of this chapter)